First the holes must be dug
But mines are already deep,
So I can run like a slug
'Till it is no longer steep.
Then the pillars can't be cheap
Or a fragile little bug,
On a swift little leap,
Can turn off the plug.
And the beams will come to hug
All the pillars they can reap
'Till they become a hard drug
That will make us both weep,
For all I got is a golden mug
And a nice rug to sleep.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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